More fumbling one handed before Brantley broke the kiss. “A little help.”
Reese glanced over as though he had no idea what they’d been doing. His eyes focused on the bottle, then he held out a hand, getting to his knees and shoving Brantley’s legs wide as he slicked his cock. And then Reese was on him again, forcing his legs back as he probed Brantley’s ass with the wide head of his cock.
“Fuck me,” Brantley pleaded, their eyes locking. “Inside me, Reese. Don’t hold back.”
Pain, hot and bright, lit up his nerve endings when Reese drove deep inside him, but it dissipated quickly, replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. The sort that had the hair on his arms standing on end, his lungs seizing for fear he would come before Reese retreated.
When Reese’s mouth descended again, Brantley met him, palming the back of his head while their tongues dueled and danced. His grunts were swallowed as Reese began fucking him, driving in deep, punching his hips so Brantley felt every glorious inch of him.
There was a determination to Reese’s movements that Brantley hadn’t seen before. As though his goal was not only to bring them both to orgasm but to get as close as possible while doing so. More so than merely their bodies.
Reese was the one who broke the kiss, his head tipping back as he thrust again and again.
Brantley stared up at him, admiring the long column of his throat, the whiskered shadow along his jaw, the tendons that stood out in stark relief as though Reese was holding on by a thread. God, he was beautiful.
When Reese repositioned, hooking his arms behind Brantley’s knees, Brantley gripped his cock and stroked in rhythm to the pounding he received. He stared down his body, watched as Reese slammed his hips down, driving in deeper, harder, faster.
His cock swelled and pulsed in his fist as he rode that fine line between ecstasy and orgasm. His skin tingled when the electrical spark lit deep within him, drawing his balls up tight to his body.
“Fuck!” Reese roared, slamming into him one final time.
It was that powerful emotion he felt in Reese’s stare that sent Brantley over.
Their gazes held strong as their lungs labored to return to normal.
Before he’d come back to himself completely, Tesha’s head appeared. She was standing on her hind legs, front paws on the mattress and staring at them like they’d lost their minds.
“Has she been there the whole time?” Brantley whispered, as though Tesha might be offended by the question.
“Probably.” Reese chuckled. “But I think she’s learned her lesson.”
“What’s that? To stay back until we’re done?”
“Exactly.” Reese smiled down at him. “I love you.”
Brantley felt Reese’s words deep in his soul, and like always, it turned on the light that had been dark for so long.
“I love you, too.”Because Tesha hadn’t interrupted them, Brantley decided a run was in order after all. After pulling on clothes, they leashed her, then took off along their normal route. They ran in silence, Brantley using the time to clear his mind so he could focus on the tasks he needed to complete for the day.
Once they made it back, showers were taken and breakfast consumed before Brantley, Reese and Tesha ventured over to the barn. They found Trey and Baz standing over a dozen or so stacks of files, staring down at them as though they would perform tricks.
“Problem?” Reese asked as he headed over to join them.
Brantley started that way, but his phone buzzed, so he stopped to take the call.
“Governor?” Brantley greeted as he stared over at the whiteboard where JJ was adding something to a long list of what appeared to be names.
“I’ve got a case for you,” Governor Greenwood relayed, his voice calm with only a hint of worry weaved in. “In Dallas. Young woman went for a run this morning, didn’t return.”
“Sounds relatively straightforward. Why us? They overloaded?”
“No. But I want eyes on this. Fresh ones. This isn’t the first woman to go missing in the area and the cases continue to go unsolved. The mayor’s worried because the FBI hasn’t uncovered anything, either. I want you on this from the start.”
“Who’s handling it?” he inquired.
“DPD. The chief of detectives is expecting your call.”
Snagging a pen and paper from Trey’s desk, Brantley jotted down the phone number the governor provided, then disconnected the call.
He didn’t wait to answer the questions he knew the team had before placing the call, not surprised when the man answered on the first ring. The pleasantries were exchanged before Chief Max Denver launched right into his reasons for wanting Brantley and his team there.
“Walker, I appreciate your urgency with this matter. How long before you can get to White Rock Lake?”
“Depends,” he answered, propping himself on the edge of Trey’s desk. “How fast do you need us there?”
